Cutting myself off,
Misunderstood, left in the unknown,
Unable to help those I care about.
Left out of the picture.
Pain comes again.
Being warned away,
But not taking heed.
Needing to cut off.
To save myself.
Needing to cut off,
To protect, to help, to live.
I do not want to,
Cut away the feeling.
But it may save me,
By killing a major part.
A decision of me,
Decision of mine.
One I do not want.
How some things change.
How most others stay the same.
Feeling quite sad, sad I cannot help, that they do not know. The latter is for the best, but brings me great pain.
Considering legitimately, now, the first time in a long time. To cut myself off.
They have a friend, do not need me. I’m only the help for work, company or motivation.
I can do all those things for myself, but not worth doing it for another, if it only brings pain. But that’s the hard part.
It doesn’t only bring pain, but brings something so worth it, the feeling, that it makes the pain worth it.
I know this feeling, may be overthinking. But even then, one truth I know, my overthinking, is usually right, is the truth, but one I do not want to come to terms with. I need to. I have to.
Seems like it’s decision time for me. One I will make tonight, one way, or another.